Date: Sun, 16 Mar 2008 20:22:31 +0000
From: antons smith
Subject: a lesson learned
OK I admit that I was parked up in my car in a layby used by cruising
men. I often sat there on hot summer days just watching and taking it all
in. But today, the man in the grey BMW parked in front of mine was very
bold. He was dressed in suit pants and a white formal shirt - he looked
like he was straight from the office - a real daddy type in his early
fifties.
I was wearing white nylon footy shorts and a skimpy cotton T-shirt. He
grabbed his crotch whilst checking his flies as he stood in front of my
car. Strangely, he lowered his zip rather than pulled it up. He reached in
and I caught a glimpse of tight white briefs. He must have noticed me
staring at his performance because he came to my open window and leaned in
causing the gap in his trousers to widen.
My dick was already hard but I was trying to hide it with my hands - I
could feel his breath on my neck. He commented on my thin shorts saying how
ideal they were in this heat. I meekly agreed that they were cool - feeling
a little uncomfortable at his intrusion into my space and at his
familiarity. Before I had finished agreeing with him, he had reached in
and moved my hand away from my dick. Swiftly he pulled back the waist band
of my shorts explainimng that he was just checking that I wasn't wearing
anything underneath because as I must be aware, it wasn't allowed! He was
pleased with me for not wearing underpants and also because I was
completely shaved. He called me daddy's little whore.
"Right" he said "it's too hot here - follow me back to my place if you know
what's good for you."
It was an order that I obeyed. We parked on the long driveway in front of
his house on the outskirts of the countryside.
"Right" he said again as we walked up to his door "you need to be taught a
lesson about going back to houses with strange men like me."
He ordered me to go through to the back of the house and to stand by the
patio doors. He told me to take my shoes and socks off and to leave them
outside. He went upstairs and returned shortly afterwards, dripping from a
shower, with a small white towels wrapped around his waist. I could see a
substantial bulge at the front of his beefy hairy frame.
Just then the doorbell rang and he ordered me to take off the rest of my
clothes. He returned with a short hairy man who he introduced as the meter
reader from the local electricity company. He introduced me as his son
explaining that I had just been caught speeding again and that he was going
to punish me for it and needed a witness to reinforce the punishment. The
meter man had agreed to be that witness. (I wasn't entirely convinced by
this coincidental arrival!)
The meter man was asked to sit on a sofa facing a kitchen chair that my
"daddy" was sitting on - still with the small towel around his waist that
was trying and failing to conceal his modesty. The meter man was wearing
long blue shorts and a check shirt - his corporate uniform I guessed. His
shirt was open to the navel because of the heat, displaying a hairy chest
and bellly. It was also evident that he had a mighty package in those
shorts - big round balls and a thick dick snaking down the leg.
I was ordered to lay accross the towel on "daddy's" lap. He rubbed my
bottom vigorously in circular movements and then started to spank me quite
hard - it stung rather than hurt at first. As he got into his rhythm, it
started to hurt rather more. He paused for a second and decided that he
needed to mop his brow with the towel - he pulled it from between us and
our naked flesh touched. His stiff dick was prodding against mine and
against my smooth naked torso.
The meter reader agreed that it was indeed getting hot and hoped no one
minded if he took his shirt off. "Daddy" asked if he would also take over
the spanking for a while. He agreed but said that he would need to step out
of his shorts first because they were his best work wear and he couldn't
afford to mess them up.
I was then pulled accross his jock-strapped lap and the spanking continued
- he had thick hairy hands like paddles. He held onto my dick as he spanked
- every slap forcing me to thrust into his palm. "Daddy" returned with a
bottle of lotion - he said it was to rub onto my sore red bottom. As he
said it, he winked at the meter man.
Next they laid the towel on the floor and ordered me to lie on it on my
back. The meter man pinned my arms down with his knees - his hairy crack
inches from my face - he sat on my chest - his hairy back was all that I
could see. He then lifted my legs towards him with his powerful arms thus
exposing my hole in the most vulnerable of ways.
I felt the lotion being applied to my bum cheeks - all along the crack and
round and round the hole. My hole seemed to be getting more and more
attention and suddenly, the caressing finger was being slipped inside - in
and out - just inside and then further in.
And then the finger was removed completely and I felt the hot head of a
cock pressing into me. A moments tension exploded and the head was
through. I took a deep breath and tried to relax. My ring had relaxed a
little around the shaft. Slowly he moved deeper until I felt his big round
hairy balls pressing firmly into my arse cheeks - his coarse pubic hair
scrathing the underside of my own balls.
The meter man knelt up and removed his sweaty jock strap and lowered his
cock into my mouth - taking my own in his.. My fucker moved from side to
side, stretching my hole and then started slowly fucking - backwards and
forwards. Each thrust pushed my own cock further down the back of the meter
man's throat. All I could see were his tight furry bollocks and two hairy
mounds each side of a dark furry cleft. Bliss!!